requested by @marmalaideskies67. 

You looked ravishing. You were a beautiful girl to begin with, Ringo had always said so, but you did yourself up extra tonight. There wasn't any special reason for it. You just wanted to impress your boyfriend. Make the night a little more exciting for the both of you. No big deal. 

But of course he wasn't the only one who noticed. 

Ringo had taken you to a club out in east London on a Friday night. It wasn't too crowded, but more so than he would've liked. He was never one for packs anyway. He preferred private, intimate dates, and he had shown you many beautiful evenings during your seven months together. This date was different from ones he had previously planned, but he was open to trying something new. 

That is, until, he noticed you were getting more attention than he would have liked from other male party-goers. He had no problem scaring them off, though. A arm around your waist and an affectionate kiss on your lips would send them away fine. 

Ringo just wanted a nice night out with his girl, was that too much to ask? 

You two stayed out until last call, which you thought was peculiar. He was in a terrible mood, you could tell, but normally when he was he would leave with you immediately. It seemed like he had given up feeling at least decent and decided to just sit at a table and sulked.

Sneaking away from a crowd of girls you had met, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. 

"You seem sad." You said simply, kissing the back of his head. His shoulders relaxed from what they were, and he sighed quietly. 

"Yer such a pretty girl," Ringo mumbled, looking over his shoulder and up at you, "and I'm not worthy." 

You thought for a second before pulling at his hands. "I think that's shit," you said. 

He laughed; you never swore and it sounded weird coming out of your mouth. 

"Furthermore," you continued, swaying around the chair and sitting across his lap, "Pretty is quite a relative term. I'd be ugly in Mongolia." 

"Shut up." He looked up at you with his pretty eyes and you melted. He held you steady by your hips and laid a kiss on your cheek. "Do you know how much it sucks?"

"What sucks babe?"

"Watching all those... hot guys look at ye. Gawking, droolin'." He pouted his stupid little mouth and you had to bite your lip to keep from giggling. You knew that he took things like that seriously, but you didn't. It seemed so simple to you. You loved Ringo. Your Richie, Richard, whatever name he wanted to go by on that particular day. It was beyond you how he couldn't understand that he was the only guy you could ever love. 

You liked a challenge, I guess. 

"Now babe, listen," you placed both of your hands on his cheeks and made him look at you, "We've been over this. You're cute, your nose is hot, and you're the only guy for me. You're special in ways you don't see, like how I don't understand why you think that I'm so great." 

Ringo chuckled and leaned in quickly, stealing a quick kiss. "Let me take ye home. I don't want to be here anymore."

He led you out to his car, opening the door for you, and he drove you home with one hand on the wheel and one on your leg lovingly. 

He held you close to him as he took you into his flat. It was a cold night so you burrowed yourself into his coat. 

"Maybe you'd be warmer if you wore more clothes," Ringo teased as he locked the door behind you two. 

You looked at him and rolled your eyes. "Whatever," was all you said as you made your way into his room. "You know, all I want is your love and all you do is call me unfaithful and cold. That's not right." 

Ringo laughed and followed you in, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I never called you unfaithful."

"Ah, but it was insinuated." you pointed your finger at him. 

"You know I'd never say that about you," he laid, nuzzling his face into your neck, "I don't even want to think about that." 

"Oh, Richie, I'm sorry," you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, "And I never would be. I was just kidding." 

"I know you were." he mumbled as he left little kisses peppered all over your neck. 

"I love you." You whispered and thumbed through his hair. You felt his hands slide from your hips to the top of your thighs and he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. 

"I'm going to marry you," he replied, "soon. But right now I'm making love to you. Is that okay?" 

You blushed and nodded, popping open the first few buttons on his shirt. "I'm fine with that." 

smut in a p.2? idk man let me know if you'd be down lol. also thanks to everyone who made 20+k reads possible. i'm making it big because of you fools. love you